Childhood Vacations
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What I Remember
~I remember driving to Hershey Pennsylvania when when I was 8 and my younger sister and I slept in the back of my Dad’s Barracuda at night while my parents drove. I could see the stars through the glass back as we drove down the dark and endless roads. My Dad would not stop for pee breaks for 4 daughters so we had to pee in a jar and dump it when we stopped/slowed for tolls. This is the truth, I swear.
~I remember driving down to Kitty Hawk (from MA) when I was 6 and somewhere in that area my sister and I got out of the car to race up this hill and there were all these cactus-like spiny plants on the ground and I got them in my bare feet and screamed and fell and then they got into my skin through my pants. My mom had to lay me face down in the back seat of the Barracuda to pick all the spines out of my bum after cutting my patchwork cords off.
~There was the Washington, D.C. vacation where I ate too much chicken at a Chinese restaurant buffet and had to be hospitalized for a severe reaction to MSG. I swore to never eat it again. I managed to repeat this in the early 90′s when Trevor and I drove to Graceland and ate at a chinese buffet on the way. I was finally in Elvis Presley’s home and all I could think about was my throat swelling and my mood going downhill.
We went to the Bahamas for Christmas in the mid 70′s and my mom got the flu and there was a hurricane and we had no power in the hotel. I remember eating fried conch at this restaurant by candle light because the power was out and I was wearing my new Shaun Cassidy outfit with white bell bottoms and top. The top had a pic of Shaun on it and it said,
“love, Shaun” like he REALLY SIGNED IT. Swoon.
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Bahamas, 1977
(I am the one in the middle and I am wearing The Shaun Shirt under my floral vest)
My mother must have wanted to drink on these vacations, she never did but I would not have blamed her if she had.
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